Emma in the Night

Imagine the infant who one day cries and gets fed, and the next day cries and goes hungry. One day smiles and is kissed and hugged. The next day smiles and is ignored. This is what psychologists called 'preoccupied or unresolved attachment' with the primary caregiver--usually the mother. There was love one minute and disdain the next. Affection that was given in abundance for no reason and then taken away without cause. The child has no ability to predict or influence the behavior of the parent. The narcissist loves a child only as an extension of herself at first, and then as a loyal subject. So she will tend to the child only when it makes her feel good.

I think there are two types of people. Ones who have a scream inside them and ones who don’t. People who have a scream are too angry or too sad or laugh too hard, swear too much, use drugs or never sit still. Sometimes they sing at the top of their lungs with the windows rolled down. I don’t think people are born with it. I think other people put it inside you with the things they do to you, and say to you, or the things you see them do or say to other people. And I don’t think you can get rid of it. If you don’t have a scream, you can’t understand.

The truth is, nothing really matters unless we decide it matters.

In spite of everything she did that she shouldn't have done, and everything she didn't do that she should have, something that felt like love was in her and she would take it out at times like this and show it to us and make us hunger for more. All of us, each in our own way.

Sometimes you can win a war by leaving the battlefield before your army gets killed.

According to the Greek myth, Narcissus was a hunter who was exceptionally beautiful and proud. He was so proud, in fact, that he rejected anyone who tried to love him. Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, decided to punish Narcissus. She lured him to a pool of water where he was able to see his own reflection. He fell madly in love with himself and stared at his reflection until he died.

Sorry happens after something bad has happened, after people have let it happen. It had become contemptuous to me, all these I’m-so-sorries.

But Owen agreed to settle, to spare the children. Anyone who's worked in that field knows that the person who cares more about the children usually loses.

No matter where we are and what we are subjected to, we will eventually settle into the new reality and try to find pleasure, even if it is nothing more than a warm shower or food or even a glass of water.

It’s so easy to think that we are important and that the things that happen to us are important. But the truth is, we are so small, so insignificant in the scope of even just our solar system, which is itself meaningless in the scope of the Universe. The truth is, nothing really matters unless we decide it matters.

Es muy fácil pensar que somos importantes y que lo que ocurre a nuestro alrededor es importante…, pero la verdad es que somos muy pequeños, insignificantes incluso en nuestro sistema solar, que a su vez es insignificante desde el punto de vista del universo. La verdad es que nada importa realmente si no decidimos que importe. Podríamos arrojar todas las bombas nucleares que hemos fabricado y matar toda la vida del planeta y el universo se limitaría a encogerse de hombros y a bostezar, porque durante los cinco mil millones de años que el sol seguirá brillando aparecerá alguna nueva clase de vida que hablará de nosotros como nosotros hablamos de los dinosaurios.

Pero es que sucede algo cuando abrazas a alguien o te abrazan a ti. Hace que te sientas mejor. Aleja esas indeseables sensaciones de no valer nada.

A veces, tus propios pensamientos pueden matarte si no te libras de ellos.

Nunca he sido capaz de expresar mis sentimientos exteriormente, como Emma. Pero eso no significa que no los tenga por dentro

el brusco despertar no fue lo que ella había dicho, sino la constatación de que los adultos pueden equivocarse, pueden ser estúpidos, ineptos y holgazanes en su labor, y que no siempre te creen aunque les estés contando la verdad. Y cuando estas personas estúpidas e ineptas que no ven más allá de sus narices tienen poder sobre ti, cuando no se creen lo que les estás contando, pueden ocurrir cosas malas

I think that when you see a woman who has sex power but chooses not to use it, she is someone you can trust. -'Cass

In plain words, she described the symptoms: grandiose sense of self-importance; fantasies of unlimited success, power, beauty, brilliance; requiring excessive admiration; elevated sense of entitlement; takes advantage of others to achieve their own ends; lacks empathy; unwilling to recognize or identify needs and feelings of others.

I don't think there is any kind of death that is painless, even if it is just a split second. Even if someone just cut off your head or shot you in the heart. Life feels too strong to go away without some kind of agony.

Everyone I could ever trust, everyone you could ever trust, could betray you. It doesn´t matter who they are or whether they mean to do it.

The dark void of unfulfilled need.

Maybe there’s no difference between wanting and needing. I

think there are two types of people. Ones who have a scream inside them and ones who don’t. People who have a scream are too angry or too sad or laugh too hard, swear too much, use drugs or never sit still. Sometimes they sing at the top of their lungs with the windows rolled down. I don’t think people are born with it. I think other people put it inside you with the things they do to you, and say to you, or the things you see them do or say to other people. And I don’t think you can get rid of it. If you don’t have a scream, you can’t understand.

Creo que a veces tener demasiada información puede ser muy malo. Fuerza nuestra atención a vagar sin rumbo, hasta que ya no sabemos dónde tenemos la cabeza y no somos capaces de ver lo que tenemos delante de las narices

Amor u obsesión, lo que había tras sus sentimientos era tan fuerte que prefería destruirla a verla con otro

Creo que hay dos clases de personas. Las que tienen un grito dentro y las que no lo tienen. La gente que tiene un grito está demasiado furiosa o demasiado triste o ríe con demasiada fuerza, maldice mucho, toma drogas o nunca se está quieta. A veces, esas personas cantan con toda la fuerza de sus pulmones con las ventanillas abiertas. No creo que la gente nazca así. Creo que son otras personas las que nos ponen el grito dentro con las cosas que nos hacen y nos dicen, o por culpa de las cosas que les vemos hacer o decir a otras personas. Y no creo que podamos librarnos de eso. Quien no tiene un grito dentro, no lo puede entender.

Creemos lo que queremos creer. Creemos lo que necesitamos creer. Quizá no haya diferencia entre querer y necesitar. No lo sé. Lo que sí sé es que la verdad se nos puede escapar, esconderse en nuestro punto ciego, en nuestras ideas preconcebidas, en nuestros corazones hambrientos que anhelan tranquilidad. Pero sigue estando ahí cuando abrimos los ojos y tratamos de verla. Si realmente intentamos verla